I have a party today and I can't decide what to wear. So I ask my stepbrother for a second opinion. I try on two different T-shirts, but he tells me I'd look better without a bra, so I cover his eyes so he can't see and turn around. When I bend over, a huge fart escapes, but I try to cover it up. Feeling really embarrassed, another one slips out, and my stepbrother wants to smell them. I tell him, “No way.” But deep down, I think it’s really funny, and I’ve always liked my stepbrother—I just didn’t know he was a fart fetishist. He keeps insisting that I fart, and also that I show him how the see-through shirt I’m wearing looks on me. His dick starts getting really hard, so I let him have his way. I take off my clothes and am left wearing only my pantyhose (I’m not wearing panties underneath, so my pussy and ass are visible through the sheer fabric).
I laugh and enjoy farting in my stepbrother’s face, and then he asks me to cut them open with scissors so he can see my ass up close. I fart a lot until we hear the car pull up, and I get dressed quickly—this is our secret.